31. Crisis of faith
The bandaging techniques of professional soldiers are crude, but they are also very practical.
The hole in Bernie's hand that had been scratched by the water ghost was finally wrapped in his muffled snort.
To relieve the pain, he also ordered himself a glass of rye vodka.
"Have fun, Bernie. At least the water ghost's claws are dirty, but not poisonous. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to even live. ”
Seeing that Bernie had finally been cured, Lan, who had been standing on the side, wiped the beer foam from his mouth and spoke comfortingly.
This wine was requested to him by Philip.
Turning his head, the young man raised his glass to the sergeant who was entertaining.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Sergeant. But I think you think it's time to get down to business. ”
Philip Strenger was now elbowed on the table, still pouring wine.
"Goo-too-you've already inquired about the situation just now, and I have nothing to add. I'd love to hope you can help us catch that son of a bitch, after all, Jazz gave me the job, and I can't handle it. ”
"What do you say, Witcher?"
"Me?" Lan En frowned slightly, leaning against the table and half-sitting. "Of course I'm glad to have a job, but I've just recently received a long-term commission......"
In fact, the current level of [Trace Detection] makes Lan En a little bottomless.
But the young man said that he must not say that, his business ability is leaking, and he will eat in Weilun in the future?
"Leave the village commissioned, Witcher. You must know that you are now brought by me as a suspect, and even if I detain you for a month, it will be reasonable and legal on the territory of Willen! ”
Philip slammed his glass on the table with a loud bang.
Even the companions around him were startled, but Lan En didn't even move half of his ass sitting on the table, and his palm pressed down slightly in midair.
"Wow~ Calm down, man."
Lane turned his head to look at Bernie, only to see that he also had a look of hope on his face.
The expansion of the fishing grounds is not in a hurry, but the desecration of the place of prayer is a matter of urgency in the hearts of the inhabitants of the surrounding area.
So Lan En has nothing to shirk, the skill level is not enough, and he can use extraordinary perception to make up.
The young man's eyes rolled, "Sergeant, threats alone can't make people do their jobs well. ”
Philip muttered something impatiently, then turned to look at Lanne.
"I can ask Sir for a reward of two hundred Oron, and I myself can give you another set of my spare armor, at least better than your cotton."
"I hate bargaining, so that's the final price, is that acceptable?"
Unexpected delight.
Lan En thought that he would be able to have fifty or sixty Oren, after all, he was only assisting in the investigation of the case. It's different from Pordon's kind of more than 300 Oren who buy his life directly.
Who knew that the Jazz would be able to come up with two hundred Oren as a bounty!
It's hard to say whether a village on Weiren's side can earn two hundred Oren a year.
But this also shows the seriousness of the desecration of Dunhan.
"I don't want the armor, let's change it to thirty Oron."
Philip nodded impatiently, the spare armor of an officer like him would not be worse than the standard, and it was not easy to buy thirty Oron.
And Lan was satisfied, and he estimated that the money was enough for him to renovate the High Bear School suit that Bolton had left behind.
And the savings left by Bolton can be replenished into his small coffers.
Don't look at the fact that he doesn't use much money now, but that's because of the cooperation with Oredun, he now has very little logistical pressure.
When he arrived, he would need to practice alchemy and stock up on potions and alchemy bombs.
If there is no money in this world, then you can't even raise your combat effectiveness!
"Deal, we'll meet here tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?" Philip's cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was spitting wine. "Why are you here?"
"Can't we start work today? Hurry to Dunhan, and put an end to this trouble. ”
Lan explained patiently to the drunkard sergeant.
"We're rowing here today and I'm going to ride my horse. And why here, because I have to look at the corpses first. ”
"Huh?" Philip looked up.
Lan En spread his hands, "As soon as I entered the village, I smelled the smell of corpses. ”
"Oh! yes, I forgot, we put that unlucky bastard here! Hey, you witchers' noses are spirits! As you say, we'll be waiting for you here tomorrow. ”
It can be seen that Philip Strenger is a bold man, and even though the family has just changed, he is still enthusiastic about Len's ability.
Lanne picked Bernie up, nodded to the dozen or so soldiers, and walked out of the tavern.
Returning to the parked position along the road, Bernie suffered a hand injury, but that didn't stop him from taking the helm.
After some tossing, it was a little earlier than yesterday's return to Oredon.
The response to coming back this time is much more normal, and the village can't afford to hold drinking parties every day.
But when Bernie, along with Ranne, tells Alan Sr. that he is going to help investigate the murder of Dunehan.
It really scared the village elder a lot.
The old smoker, who has been smoking tobacco for decades, didn't come up in one breath, and almost coughed up his eyeballs.
"Ahem! Ahem! You say, ahem, you say homicide?! In Doonhan?! The plague is on top! ”
Old Allen turned his head to look at his wife, who was still busy in the kitchen, and quickly took the two of them out of the house and closed the door.
"I can't let Hippona know about it, she'll be scared to pull it off...... But how can this kind of news be stopped?! ”
The old man clutched his pipe and muttered in a low voice.
The more poor the place, the greater the weight of faith in people's lives.
And Meritelli's belief in a sect that does not fight for anything and is pure devotion to the poor is unprecedented in Lanne's historical knowledge, and it can be called a king.
Len himself didn't believe in God, but during the time he had lived here, he could almost understand the fear in old Allen's heart now.
"Lan, I'll ask Ivan to repair your sword now, I'll leave the matter of Duenhan to you, our fishing grounds are not in a hurry, anyway, now Bernie is also injured and has to be raised for a few days. But blasphemy Meritelli...... Oh my God, those words come out of my mouth! Please be sure to catch the murderer! ”
Lan En nodded, reassuring the old Allen of the Six Gods and the Masterless.
As the village elders had speculated, the news of the murder in Duenhan could not be suppressed.
It was not the three people present who spread to the village, but the fishermen who went out to fish, spontaneously collected news and rumors from all over the coast.
Counting the time and distance of the crime, the speed at which the rumors spread is quite normal.
The bad news about faith spread like a plague through the village.
The men who usually don't care the most are also panicked, not to mention the women who are the subjects of faith.
As far as Lan En could see, even Mrs. Donner, a woman who was optimistic and cheerful in the face of hardships and hardships, was now looking around with the corners of her clothes clutched, completely at a loss.
In Oredon alone, more than sixty percent of the women screamed as soon as they heard the news, and then left everything in their hands and began to pray to the merciful Meritelli.
In the countryside, women's productivity should not be underestimated, sewing and mending, cooking and laundry, and caring for young children...... Families without women are seen as incomplete and unreliable in rural areas.
With so many women unable to work at once, Oriden has come to a standstill!
And think about it, Du Enhan usually undertakes the faith of dozens or hundreds of villages in the surrounding two to three days.
Panic shutdown in hundreds of villages...... Just thinking about it makes people break out in a cold sweat on their backs, and it's no wonder that the lord doesn't pay attention to it.